I took me on a flashback to the dank basement where I was convinced my elementary school piano teacher lived 24/7, never venturing above ground into the daylight, her only pleasure in life to dole out those little shiny stars in our tiny practice logs and – even worse – the progress CHART with the names of every kid in her whole studio that was strategically placed directly above the piano and how my best friend Donna always had like three times more stars than me because she was clever enough to figure out that she could get extra stars for memorizingthose infernal exercises that I could barely play.

Not that I’m still bothered by that or anything.

Here’s the thing.

I believe that coaching and teaching to well-being is truly life-changing and it’s something I LOVE to do. People tell me I’m pretty good at it, too.

But I absolutely don’t want my coaching or teaching to be anythinglike my memories of playing scales as a kid.